And you go to face
The world like a lion
Roaring all the time
Opening your claws
To protect your cubs
And to kill the enemies
It is in the night
You fell on the bed
A bundle of flesh and
Bones and of course
Dreams you going to
See when you grow up
You manage to move on
In this jungle of monsters
Where killing is a pastime
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I would like to translate this poem
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